Canción de la Semana

Bloc Party

Like Eating Glass

It’s so cold in this houseOpen mouth swallowing usThe children staying home from schoolWill not stop crying

And I know that you’re busy tooI know that you careYou got your finger on the pulseYou got your eyes everywhereAnd it hurts all the time when you don’t return my callsAnd you haven’t got the time to remember how it wasIt’s so cold in this houseIt’s so cold in this house

I can’t eat, I can’t sleepI can’t sleep, I can’t dreamAn aversion to lightGot a fear of the ocean

Like drinking poison, like eating glass

It’s so cold in this houseCome and show me how it was

We’ve got crosses on our eyesBeen walking into the walls againWe’ve got crosses on our eyesBeen walking into the furnitureWe’ve got crosses on our eyesFor richer, for poorer, for better, for worseWe’ve got crosses on our eyesWe’ve been walking into the furniture

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